Springing Ahead: A Moms BFF

Daylight savings time is bullshit anyways. But I’ll leave that for a different post.

Back in college, I loved it when daylight savings time ended. Falling backwards meant one extra hour of drinking! But springing forward meant waking up at what felt like 7 if I had to get up at 8. And that blows goat.

But now that I’m a mom, my life doesn’t run the way I want it to. It runs the way my toddler wants it to. And she can really be a real…..well I’m not going to say because sometimes my mom accidentally reads my shit.

But I digress. Now that I’m older than dirt, I love it when daylight savings time starts and I hate it when it ends. You see, my nearly threenanger cannot read a frucking clock yet. Why? Don’t know. But it’s kind embarrassing. She’s not potty trained yet, doesn’t know her ABC’s and I’m pretty damn sure she hasn’t given a thought to her 401K.

Good Lord do I get off track easily.

So when daylight savings time starts. Baby et al. wakes up at her normal 6am…..BUT WAIT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! WE DONE SPRUNG AHEAD AND ITS 7am!!